Chapter 181 - #181 /the lady's figure/

Through the red tinted light, the lurid intimacy of the dancing, swaying and groping crowd took on a certain dark hypnotic quality. I felt a familiar sense of dread wash over me that reminded me of the First Incident. I once more felt utterly out of my depth. Whoever my former mistress was she was using the app in ways I could hardly figure out, let alone replicate. To make matters worse there was something almost enthralling about her well crated traps. I had felt those grasping hands on me, I had briefly known the deep thrumming music, and the warm sensation of others touch. The warm feeling that sense of admiration carried with it. Across from me Eliza certainly looked rather pleased as Tracey began to rub the side of her chest. Her bold confidence a stark contrast to her previous embarrassment. I physically shook my head to rid myself of those thoughts and recalled the slobbish states the cheerleaders had been in. It did nothing to help my arousal, but it helped me focus a little. I had beaten her then and I could probably do it again.

“If you’re taking a photo of me, just put more of my boobs in the shot instead of my face” Eliza said before giggling, though I had a suspicion she wasn’t at all joking. “Seriously, those things are like a work of art” Tracey purred rubbing her own chest up against the side of my lovers blubbery knockers. That slight rubbing caused them to ripple and dip heavily with a slight pendulous sway. My lover lifting her fat arm to give the dancer as much access as she wanted. “Want me to send it to you?” Tracey asked glancing at me. “No, why would I need pictures, I can see them whenever I want” I shot back doing my best to think while keeping up a façade. “Maybe you just want to chart my progress, not like they’re getting any smaller” she said gazing down at the flowing acreage of her bosom with glee. “Oh my god they could get bigger” Tracey murmured as if this hadn’t even occurred to her. “Of course they can, I mean, mine are bigger” Penny said and I detected a hint of pride as she leaned more into the conversation.

Like a cat chasing a laser pointer Tracey switched targets once the absolute tanks on Pennys chest were presented. I couldn’t quite blame her though, Penny’s sheer enormity was quite the sight even under normal circumstances. Her vast gut propping up breasts that would’ve sagged to her hips simply wasn’t a figure most people ever saw. The merely curvy girl didn't even seem to know how to approach feeling Penny up. Her arms couldn’t reach to Penny’s blubber buried collar bone. So instead she had to use two hands to just grasp the end of the cheerleaders tit that was closer to her. It took both of her hands to fully play with it, and even then, it looked like she could’ve used the extra help lifting it up and down. The lustful lass wasn’t so much in a state of admiration as she was a state of shock and awe at the sheer girth in front of her. Like she was having a religious epiphany.

“God you’re both just goddamn sexy, and it’s not even just your tits” Tracey squeal with joy that caused some of the other girls around to let out a woo of agreement. “Like god, just there’s so much to enjoy” she said as if annoyed with herself that there wasn’t enough time to properly explain it. “Like those big juicy thighs of yours” she said leaning down and giving one of Eliza’s pillow thighs a smooch. “You’re not exactly slacking there yourself” my lover shot back reaching down and squeezing a handful of Tracey’s delectable thigh blubber. “Yeah but mine, are way too small, I wish they were as nice as yours” she said giving a relatively benign compliment. A compliment which gave way to a dramatic shift in her figure. Her thighs began to billow out and swell with adipose that shared the consistency of pillow fluff. Thickening out over the course of seconds, beginning to push each other apart and forcefully widening her stance as she appreciated Eliza’s legs. They were wide and absolutely enormous, on her frame they were far wider than her waist.

They were a heinously sexualized caricature that would’ve busted out of any outfit other than bikini bottoms which thankfully left her legs bare. I recognized their dramatic width and soft consistency, they were far more noticeable on the merely curvy girl, but they were a mirror match for my lovers. She heaved one of her legs with a grunt of effort that caused it to wobble and bounce viscously. She had certainly gotten her wish. It was a shift that was so dramatic that it snapped me out of my period of inaction. I needed to do something and fast. If all it took was to put on that much weight was simply uttering a phrase I had to try and break the cube as quickly as possible. Some mega thick thighs weren’t going to be too big a problem for her, they even looked hot in a dramatic and exotic sort of way. But with Penny in the room I had a stark feeling things were going to escalate and get out of hand very quickly. I hadn’t come up with a solution, but it wasn’t like freeing the cheerleaders had been complicated. I just needed to hit the weird energy field with a blast of L.B.L UP energy.

I readied the app and set the energy nice and high. Eliza’s little party at the food court had built up enough energy to work with. Yet as I stared at the number of lbs I was readying I couldn’t help but hesitate. I wasn’t stupid, this L.B.L Up user had a history of deflecting energy back at me. If I couldn’t break it, whatever I sent would turn into blubber on my already overly fat frame. I was the smallest again and I had rather enjoyed it. She was ahead but if I went too high, I’d be bigger than her again. Back to being the fat ass in the relationship. I bit my lip in nervous thought. “Are you seriously just browsing social media when you’ve got two of the finest thighs in all of PCH bare and at your disposal” Eliza teased me, pouting at my distraction. “You really think we’re the finest” Tracey asked heaving one of her wobbly legs on top of one of Eliza’s as to compare their thickness. Unsurprisingly they were exactly the same. “I mean Dee has the biggest, and thus the best they’re basically a small mattress” Penny gloated proudly. I flinched. The image of Tracey or even Eliza with Dee grade thighs was enough to force me into action. I lowered the energy but not by much and readied to fire it.

“Seriously...check these out” Eliza said and I felt her arms on my shoulders. Before I could use the app I was pulled tight against her and smothered up against her bosom. It felt pleasurable in the extreme, the comforting warmth of being surrounded on all sides by tit flesh. Because of the excitement of the party and her recent dancing I could hear her heartbeat beating fast. She let me out for air and guided me gently down to her thighs where I got forced into an extremely comfortable lap pillow. She played with my hair as my head sunk inches into her thigh blubber. Like the most comfortable of cushions I felt myself start to relax even amidst the chaos of the party. The ridiculous scale of her bust meant they hung and rested on my shoulders, pressing softly down on me. “Come on feel how soft those are” she told me bending her knees so as to smoother deeper against their softness. I was off topic, but I felt oh so very nice. Pressed against her new warm and comforting enormity. I felt myself losing the battle of willpower.

Until I was interrupted by a pair of hands grabbing my bared rear. Tracey having taken two handfuls of the butt blubber of my right cheek. “This is so fucking big” she practically purred. “It is but can I be honest it kinda distracts from her other aspects, so they go unappreciated” Eliza said revealing some thoughts she had never told me. Reaching down a grabbing one of my breasts which she could just about heft with one hand and squeezing it erotically in her palm. I couldn’t help but let out a squeal as I was felt up from both end. Touched and toyed with, the extent of my blubber laid bare. “Oh yeah now that you mention it those are pretty huge aren’t they” Tracey said curiously though not stopping in her massaging of my oversized rear. “We used to call her DD, but these are way bigger than that now” she teased me as she felt me up. It was pretty had to believe there was a time I was basically two dimensional. “I think they’re really great because of their shape though, they’re more spherical than mine, there like basketballs, it’s so so sexy” Eliza said dipping slighting into her bedroom voice as she threated to bounce them straight out of their bikini top. “God, I’m only a E cup, but I’m really inadequate next to you girl, I wish mine were that big” Tracey said of my chest, practically drooling.

I felt a sudden pressure over my rear, the all too familiar sensation of fat swelling into fat. I glanced behind me and watched Tracy’s chest swell and grow fatter, the process made all too visible by her showoffish choice of bikini style. It was familiar watching someone's chest grow and billow out as it filled their top. But the way they changed shape was something else entirely. They become rounded and actually thrust out a bit less far as their shapes altered to match up with my own. It was odd and somehow alienly sexy to appreciate my own rack on another woman. It filled her figure out a bit better though her thighs were still the number one aspect of her figure that was on display. I felt very good with their enhanced weight resting on top of me. Too good in fact and I knew it. I managed to wrestle my phone and hand out from between some of Eliza’s new rolls and turned it towards the energy field. All hesitancy with regards to my own size, gone as I pulled the trigger.